Montage of beautiful swinging moments in marvel's spider-man on ps4 pro. The unofficial music video for Empire State of Mind [GLEE version] by Jay-Z ft. Alicia Keys. In newwww yorrrkkkkkkk.
Lyrics: Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem – hola, my Dominicanos (Dinero!) Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry Cruisin' down 8th street, off-white Lexus Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives Ni**a, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
[Chorus: Alicia Keys & Jay-Z] In New York (Ayy, aha) (Uh, yeah) Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Yeah) (Okay) Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha) (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new (New) Big lights will inspire you (Come on) (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG) (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) (I made you hot, ni**a)
[Verse 2: Jay-Z] Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of ni**as walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add Eight million stories out there in the naked City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it Me? I gotta plug Special Ed "I Got It Made" If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade Three dice Cee Lo, three card Marley Labor Day Parade – rest in peace, Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the king, yo – I'm from the Empire State, that's
[Chorus: Alicia Keys & Jay-Z] In New York (Ayy) (Uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good) (Okay) Now you're in New York (Welcome to the bright lights, baby) (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
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